This is a column about local politics and not my personal life. Since my life is somewhat less exciting than a turnip patch, you are probably grateful for that. However, I’m making an exception this week because the two, my personal life and politics, collided on my kitchen floor. There, on the helpful instruction of the 911 operator, I had lowered my unconscious wife to keep her from choking to…
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